Ah, so I’m a distraction now.
Andrew
But the best kind. The Cadillacs of distractions. A GOAT, if you will.
Grace
Why are you talking me up? What do you want?
Andrew
So I have to want something to compliment you?
Grace
That’s usually how it works. You want something, you talk me up. And vice versa.
Andrew
How about just a friend needing a friend. Is that enough?
Grace
I guess.
So, what are you up to?
My lunch grows cold in front of me, but I don’t even bother to care. I’ve found something much more fulfilling to take up the remaining twenty-two minutes left of my lunch break.
Andrew
I just sorted through my third bag of Sour Patch Kids.
Did you know there are approximately sixty-four blue raspberry-flavored ones in each bag?
My face contorts with confusion.
Grace
Why on earth are you doing that?
Andrew
Boss’s orders.
The simple two-word explanation is all I need to know how his day is pretty much going. And the knowledge that someone would task their employee with something so demeaning and belittling makes the anger and frustration inside me simmer. What grown man asks—no, demands—someone else to divvy up their candy according to color and flavor? What kind of childish person is he?
Grace
Jeez, you weren’t kidding. I’m sorry.
Andrew
I’m sorry too.
That my boss is an eight-year-old boy.
Grace
